[gods, it's warm. why is it so warm? more so than usual even, which has him wondering just what the hell is going on and why he can't seem to tear his eyes away from them. jason shifts backward, right into dick's space and the man doesn't seem to have any problem getting a grip to keep him in place. this... this feels extraordinarily unconventional, but in a good sense, in a way that makes sizhui's half-lidded gaze focus somewhat better through the unfettered heat flooding his entire body. the only reason he catches dick's gaze is that he forces himself to look up from where dick has put his hands on jason's waist, praying the color rising high on his cheeks might just be mistaken for the fact they're in the hotspring and not because there are two ridiculously attractive strangers touching one another in front of him. (it more than likely doesn't, surprising no one, but he'll still pretend.)
swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat when a hand finds his thigh, he sinks his teeth into his cheek to muffle a soft groan, but once it moves up, ghosts over his hip and finds his ass, sizhui can't help jolting forward. an astonished, breathless gasp slips out at the remark before he can stop it, then both arms shoot up, hook around jason's shoulders, fingertips drifting across the side of his neck as his hands settle. what are you doing? you don't know these people! does he honestly care? no, not really— which is why he has no qualms shifting closer despite the quicksilver pace of his heartbeat, still wide eyes flickering between them while one hand veers off from jason's arm to reach out so he can splay his fingers across dick's chest.
he exhales a faintly shaking breath of his own, thoughts reeling yet somehow focused all at the same time.] Sorry. [what is there to apologize for?] I'm not...sure... [as to what's come over him, about what's causing this, but what he does know: jason certainly looks biteable. so, don't mind him, leaning forward, parting full, reddened lips then sinking his teeth right into the junction where jason's neck meets his shoulder and muffling another noise.]
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swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat when a hand finds his thigh, he sinks his teeth into his cheek to muffle a soft groan, but once it moves up, ghosts over his hip and finds his ass, sizhui can't help jolting forward. an astonished, breathless gasp slips out at the remark before he can stop it, then both arms shoot up, hook around jason's shoulders, fingertips drifting across the side of his neck as his hands settle. what are you doing? you don't know these people! does he honestly care? no, not really— which is why he has no qualms shifting closer despite the quicksilver pace of his heartbeat, still wide eyes flickering between them while one hand veers off from jason's arm to reach out so he can splay his fingers across dick's chest.
he exhales a faintly shaking breath of his own, thoughts reeling yet somehow focused all at the same time.] Sorry. [what is there to apologize for?] I'm not...sure... [as to what's come over him, about what's causing this, but what he does know: jason certainly looks biteable. so, don't mind him, leaning forward, parting full, reddened lips then sinking his teeth right into the junction where jason's neck meets his shoulder and muffling another noise.]